Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.90 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Light of beauty, Deal not ungently with a desperate wound! No breach of reason dares make war with her Whose looks are sovereignty, whose breath is balm O that I could preserve thee in fruition As in devotion! Sir, may every evil Locked in Pandora's box; shower (in your presence) On my unhappy head, if since you made me A partner in your bed, I have been faulty In one unseemly thought against your honour. Purge not his griefs, Penthea. Yea, on, Excellent creature— Good be not a hindrance To peace, and praise of virtue.— O my senses Are charmed with sounds celestial.— On, dear, on: I never gave you one ill word; say, did I? Indeed I did not. Nor, by Iuno's forehead, Was I e'er guilty of a wanton error. A goddess, let me kneel. Alas kind Animal. No, but for penance. Noble sir, what is it? With gladness I embrace it; yet pray let not My rashness teach you to be too unmerciful. When you shall show good proof that manly wisdom, Not overswayed by passion, or opinion, Knows how to lead judgement; then this Lady Your wife, my sister, shall return in safety Home to be guided by you, but till first I can, out of clear evidence approve it, She shall be my care. Rip my bosom up, I'll stand the execution with a constancy: This torture is unsufferable. Well Sir, I dare not trust her to your fury. But Penthea says not so. She needs no tongue To plead excuse, who never purposed wrong. Virgin of reverence and antiquity Stay you behind. The Court wants not your diligence. What will you do my Lord? my Lady's gone, I am denied to follow. I may see her. Or speak to her once more. And feel her too, man, Be of good cheer, she's your own flesh and bone. Diseases desperate must find cures alike: She swore she has been true. True on my modesty. Let him want truth who credits not her vows; Much wrong I did her, but her brother infinite; Rumor will voice me the contempt of manhood, Should I run on thus. Some way I must try To outdo Art, and cry a jealousy. cousin of Argos, what the heavens have pleased In their unchanging Counsels to conclude For both our kingdom's weal, we must submit to: Nor can we be unthankful to their bounties, Who when we were even creeping to our graves, Sent us a daughter; in whose birth, our hope Continues of succession: As you are In title next, being grandchild to our Aunt, So we in heart desire you may sit nearest Calantha's love; since we have ever vowed Not to enforce affection by our will, But by her own choice to confirm it gladly.
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Light of beauty, Deale not vngently with a desperate wound! No breach of reason dares make warre with her Whose lookes are soueraignty, whose breath is balme O that I could preserue thee in fruition As in deuotion! Sir, may euery euill Lock'd in Pandora's box; showre (in your presence) On my vnhappy head, if since you made me A partner in your bed, I haue beene faulty In one vnseemely thought against your honour. Purge not his gee, Penthea. Yea, on, Excellent creature— Good be not a hinderance To peace, and praise of vertue. — O my senses Are charm'd with sounds caelestiall. — On, deare, on I neuer gaue you one ill word; say, did I? Indeed I did not. Nor, by Iuno's forehead, Was I e're guilty of a wanton error. A goddesse, let me kneele. Alas kind Animall. No, but for pnnance. Noble sir, what is it? With gladnesse I embrace it; yet pray let not My rashnesse teach you to be too vnmercifull. When you shall shew good proofe that manly wisdome Not ouer-sway'd by passion, or opinion, Knowes how to lead iudgement; then this Lady Your wife, my sister, shall returne in safety Home to be guided by you, but till first I can, out of cleare euidence approue it, Shee shall be my care. Rip my bosome vp I'le stand the execution with a constancy: This torture is vnsufferable. Well Sir, I dare not trust her to your fury. But Penthea sayes not so. She needs no tongue To plead excuse, who neuer purpos'd wrong. Virgin of reuerence and antiquity Stay you behind. The Court wants not yor diligence. What will you doe my Lord? my Lady's gone, I am deny'd to follow. I may see her. Or speake to her once more. And feele her too, man, Be of good cheare, she's your owne flesh and bone. Diseases desperate must find cures alike: She swore she has beene true. True on my modesty. Let him want truth who credits not her vowes Much wrong I did her, but her brother infinite; Rumor will voyce me the contempt of manhood, Should I run on thus. Some way I must try To out-doe Art, and cry a Iealousie. Cozen of Argos, what the heauens haue pleas'd In their vnchanging Counsels to conclude For both our kingdomes weale, we must submit to: Nor can we be vnthankfull to their bounties, Who when we were euen creeping to our graues, Sent vs a daughter; in whose birth, our hope Continues of succession: As you are In title next, being grandchilde to our Aunt, So we in hear desire you may sit nearest Calantha's loue; since we haue euer vow'd Not to inforce affection by our will, But by her owne choyce to confirme it gladly.